Refined and posted version
After some longer lines and something that rhymes this is the finished version Meaningless? What is a man if not made to love to give himself to something beyond his blood? What is the point of all that we do, if meaning dissolves the moment I lose you? Why reach for the moon with trembling hands, If I have no one To bring it back to Why close my eyes at the end of the day, if not to find you where reality fades? And if none of this was ever meant to be then tell me… what is left of me? - Oh what a chokehold you have on me